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John C. Junkin, father of Elwood J. "Sam" Junkin buried him Nov.2, 1926 in the Troy, Ohio cemetery in an unmarked grave.

Buddie age 8 had disappeared and was missing a whole day. His father had died when he was five, he continued in delicate health, and now we had lost Sam. Friends who knew his playmates said they would find him. They found him hiding in the coal bin of a friend's cellar.

After bathing and feeding him I asked "Why?" He answered "Everyone I love dies and if I stayed near you and the baby you would die too."

It was now Nov. 5th. The doctor told me again "If you hope to raise that boy you must get him to a warmer climate." "WHERE?", I asked. Distance and finances would determine.

Through interest in our Waco Airplanes, we had met a Charlie Kitchel, age 23. He was from Cleveland. He had had tuberculosis and was due for a check-up at a hospital near Asheville, North Carolina. Charles phoned me and given our facts said, "The climate there is pure ozone. That's the place for Buddie. I have to be there by the 15th. Could you possibly on such short notice store your furniture and with the children come down with me?"

Two young friends drove Buddie, 3 1/2 months old Janet, several suitcases and me to Cincinati to meet Charle's train from Cleveland. We were on our way. In the privacy of the stateroom Charles had gotten for the children and me, I could nurse the baby which need was the common denominator of self discipline that enable me to move mountains. 

Charles took us to a boarding house privately owned and would tell his doctor about us. Within 24 hours Buddie had cased the area. There was a Coca Cola bottling plant nearby. Buddie came rushing in to tell me, "When bottles come along the belt, the caps miss them and the bottles get smashed with glass all over." The Manager had